Текст песни Camper Van Beethoven - June
Camper Van Beethoven - June слова песни
Are you weary of the lengthening days? Do you secretly wish for novembers rain? And the harvest moon top reign in the sky (now that its june)There is nothing in this world more bitter than springNow I wrote you this letterBecause the clothes were hung on the lineAnd the crows flew out of the fieldAnd up into the skyIm lying here in the stationStretching out on the tracksFor all the possible places that I might arriveThere is nothing in this world more bitter than loveIn all those long days of juneBring me the long, brown grass now that its dryThere is nothing in this world more bitter than spring